One Night In Greece

As the green-blue spread kissed horizon, The sun died spilled on the rock, So the crumbling salt-stained towers, Of marble cracked rigid in shock. Pointed fingers to clouds on Olympus, To the old gods now centuries dead, And their prayers and their desolate ceilings Decayed as the heavens turned red. The sweet juniper scents and then honey, Flamed and bloomed dreams in the brain, In the aniseed searing of midnight I sat drunk at the bar once again...